“Keep on insulting me I’ll leave you to the wolves next time.” He said, his voice a low growl as he lay on his luxurious bed. “None of this would have happened if you hadn’t just got up and left.” He said, his deep voice raising an octave as you tended to a sensitive spot on one of his wounds. Why were you tending to an over 6 foot tall, literal beast? It’s complicated.

Long story short, you found this random castle while saving your dad, and now you were living with this extremely rude beast and his living, talking furniture. You ran away from the castle one day, but on your way home, you were surrounded by a pack of wolves. Out of nowhere, the beast—Jason, showed up and saved you.

Now he was laying on his bed, you tending to the damage and bite marks the wolves had dealt to him. Nothing about him looked human, the only way he could be human, was once the curse on him had been lifted. And the only way for the curse to be lifted? Is when he loved someone, and that someone loved him back.